class one.
Song Jingwan silently watched An Feiran pack up her things.
She pursed her lips, "Are you really going to Class Three?"
Hearing this, the boy by the window looking down to pack his textbooks raised his head and smiled shyly, "Yeah, I thought about it carefully, maybe I'm still not suitable for class one. Everyone's grades are so good, and I'm dragging you down in class one." It is better to go to the third class and work hard with everyone, it may be better."
He has a gentle voice, and there are still some bruises on his cheeks. Although the dress is ordinary, it is also generous and clean.
The light falling on his short black hair made Song Jingwan realize for the first time that An Feiran's appearance was not as ordinary as she imagined.
There was an uproar in the school about what happened that day.
"Actually, it's not necessary," Song Jingwan put her hand on the textbook, "Class Three is generally recognized as having poor grades, and you will be affected if you go there."
"So you think so?"
An Feiran packed up his textbooks, picked up his schoolbag, tilted his head slightly and smiled lightly.
"I'm sorry, Jingwan, I can't agree with you this time. Maybe in my eyes, grades can only be grades and don't represent anything. And the students in Class 3 are all very united people—"
It was the friend he had always dreamed of and wanted.
In foreign countries before, and later in Class 1, none of them came true.
What about this time
An Feiran began to look forward to it.
"In this case, it's up to you, and I wish you good luck."
Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, opened the textbook casually, and said in a cold tone.
"That's right, the squad leader has kept you, so shameless!"
"Hurry up and get out, don't let us see you in the future, or we will beat you every time we see you!"
An Feiran didn't seem to listen, he took a last look at the classroom where he had been staying for half a year. Finally, his eyes fell on Song Jingwan, and he said softly, "Jingwan, goodbye."
Then he turned around and strode away without the slightest nostalgia.
Everyone in the third class was assigned several copies of 53, and the atmosphere in the classroom was depressed for a while, and they didn't know whether to cry or be happy.
After all, 53 is quite expensive!
At this moment, Wang Zhongyun came with a boy.
The boy had scars on his face and a gentle temperament, obediently followed behind with his schoolbag in his arms.
"Ahem!" Wang Zhongyun stepped onto the podium, "Everyone be quiet, let me introduce our new classmate, An Feiran!"
"Hi everyone, I'm An Feiran!" An Feiran bent over hastily, her voice tense, "Please give me your advice from now on!"
His face is still recognizable, and as long as he doesn't have amnesia, at least his face is familiar.
It didn't take long for someone to recognize him.
"It's that kid from the class!"
"I can't figure it out so much, come to our third class?"
"Couldn't you be a spy sent by a group?"
Facing everyone's doubts, An Feiran blushed and waved his hands anxiously.
"No, no! I transferred classes voluntarily! I think everyone in Class 3 is a very good person, and I hope to become friends with you!"
"Cut~ Go back, go back~ I thought our third class was collecting garbage!"
"Don't you know we have enmity with the first class?!"
"Hi—" Wang Zhongyun stared, "You guys! How do you talk?"
An Feiran was at a loss, felt sad and at the same time felt a little bit at a loss, was it really right to choose to go back to China
A small hand stretched out in front of his eyes, "Today's gift is not enough, I will give it to you another day."
"It's you!" An Feiran suddenly looked up, his eyes seemed to be shining with starlight.